Wednesday, June 26, 2013

I had a job interview last week. It was terrible. I felt like a big dummy the whole time, and near the end I was sweating so much that I was more worried about the sweat stain on my chair than the questions I was answering. I cried afterward. I knew it was terrible, and I knew that I would not hear from them again. Today I got a call from an unknown number. The voice at the other end told me that she was the principal from that same school. I thought, "Oh, they're just letting me know that I didn't get it." Nope. She said, "We'd like to invite you back to teach a lesson for us." Huh? Excuse me, ma'am, but did you guys pay attention to my interview? Did you see that I crashed and burned? I was amazed. Thank you, Jesus for letting me know that no matter how I perform, your will cannot be tampered with.

A Day In The Life

There is no Webster definition of my life. That doesn't mean, though, that i have to define it for myself. Most people do define their own life. They work hard to make money, build a good reputation, become powerful, and be known as "good people." I don't have that burden on my shoulders because my heavenly Father defines my life. My identity is revealed in the person of Jesus Christ. I don't need to worry about making a lot of money, or having a good reputation, or being popular, or powerful. I don't need to work my butt off to get in good with the crowd. I love the Lord my God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength and my identity is found right there. It's not that I'm never worried, scared, or angry. I am human afterall. My life isn't carefree. I just know that everything is in the Lord's hands. Now that I've given it to Him, He does what he pleases with it. He defines my life. He IS my life.